Lyrics Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia

I Told 'Em

Yeah!

Hypnotize Minds!

Three 6 Mafia!

Yuh! You niggas wanna motherfuckin' play nigga

Don't go by the Terrance playin' no motherfuckin' TV show or movie nigga

Lookin' to test me sucker?

I'll show you niggas where motherfuckin' tears come from nigga

From the motherfuckin' haze of these niggaz guns right here boy!

It's goin down!

I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em I told 'em

I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em I showed 'em

I hate to be fussy, I said I hate to be fussy

I said I hate to be fussy, I swear I hate to be

Come one come all, to the Hypnotize gun show

Young hoe, gun let go, I've been gung-ho

Run yo' click clean out of that shit

Did they forget, or did they not know who they was fuckin' with?

D Paul, Three 6, king of this Memphis shit

Any nigga think otherwise they need to stop it

Prayin' when the red tape'll introduce a faker to they maker

Call me The Undertaker for haters causin' vapors

And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of 'em

They called bullets and they burn just like a oven

You know we can do it however, it ain't no use to play

Fire on a nigga like they used to say, yuh!

Coward niggas ride 20 niggas deep

With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street

I don't need nobody else, whoop you by myself

One on one, leave the guns at home, keep 'em on the shelf

But you can't, cause you need a crew, extra fist or two

Only one, might really shoot, but that is not you

And you show out, try to buck, make 'em think you tough

Been to jail about a couple times, I guess that puffed you up

If you real nigga what the deal? Take some weed or pills

Maybe thinkin' get your confidence up, tell 'em how you feel

You a Jew, and a fuck nigga, can't stand yo' grind

But you walk around, fake-ass frown, but I know you're a clown bitch!